Come, put your head in my hand, cradle your head
in my fingers, snake of the deeps. Kiss my feet and my ankles
with your mouth of gold, kiss my knees and my inner thigh, snake
branded with flame and shadow, come! and rest your head in my
finger-basket! So!' .
The voice was soft and hypnotic. It died upon a stillness. And
it seemed as if really a mysterious presence had entered unseen
from the underworld. It seemed to the peons as if really they
saw a snake of brilliant gold and living blackness softly coiled
around Ramon's ankle and knee, and resting its head in his fingers,
licking his palm with forked tongue.
He looked out at the big, dilated, glittering eyes of his people,
and his own eyes were wide and uncanny.
`I tell you,' he said, `and I tell you truly. At the heart of
this earth sleeps a great serpent, in the midst of fire. Those
that go down in mines feel the heat and the sweat of him, they
feel him move. It is the living fire of the earth, for the earth
is alive. The snake of the world is huge, and the rocks are his
scales, trees grow between them. I tell you the earth you dig
is alive as a snake that sleeps. So vast a serpent you walk on,
this lake lies between his folds as a drop of rain in the folds
of a sleeping rattlesnake. Yet he none the less lives. The earth
is alive.
`And if he died, we should all perish. Only his living keeps the
soil sweet, that grows you maize. From the roots of his scales
we dig silver and gold, and the trees have root in him, as the
hair of my face has root in my lips.
`The earth is alive. But he is very big and we are very small,
smaller than dust. But he is very big in his life, and sometimes
he is angry. These people, smaller than dust, he says, they stamp
on me and say I am dead. Even to their asses they speak, and shout
Harreh! Burro! But to me they speak no word. Therefore I will
turn against them, like a woman who lies angry with her man in
bed, and eats away his spirit with her anger, turning her back
to him.
`That is what the earth says to us. He sends sorrow into our feet,
and depression into our loins.
`Because as an angry woman in the house can make a man heavy,
taking his life from him, so the earth can make us heavy, make
our souls cold, and our life dreary in our feet.
'Speak then to the snake of the heart of the world, put oil on
your fingers and lower your fingers for him to taste the oil of

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`And if he died, we should all perish. Only his living keeps the
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hair of my face has root in my lips.
`The earth is alive. But he is very big and we are very small,
smaller than dust. But he is very big in his life, and sometimes
he is angry. These people, smaller than dust, he says, they stamp
on me and say I am dead. Even to their asses they speak, and shout
Harreh! Burro! But to me they speak no word. Therefore I will
turn against them, like a woman who lies angry with her man in
bed, and eats away his spirit with her anger, turning her back
to him.
`That is what what is earth says to us. He sends sorrow into our feet,
and depression into our loins.
`Because as an angry woman in what is house can make a man heavy,
taking his life from him, so what is earth can make us heavy, make
our souls cold, and our life dreary in our feet.
'Speak then to what is snake of what is heart of what is world, put oil on
your fingers and lower your fingers for him to taste what is oil of
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